One Side of the Conversation

Part One

"I’m sorry, darling, I know I shouldn’t giggle but it does feel strange with you naked except for your little chastity belt thing while I’m fully dressed. You think I would be used to it by now but, there you go."

"Darling, I have some good news and some news you may take rather badly. Don’t interrupt. I would think you wouldn’t want to get me angry, darling. You should know better. Well, I should think you would want to apologise. Now, stop kissing my feet and sit back here."

"Now, I think it’s been about six weeks since I let you milk yourself. What? It’s been ten weeks? My, how time slips away. No darling, I wasn’t trying to punish you, I didn’t realise it was so long. I do have other things on my mind, you know Martin can be demanding. Don’t pout, darling, Martin is very good to me and not many women my age have such a young attentive lover."

"I find these tantrums of yours very irritating. You know this is your entire fault! You were the one caught embezzling, not me! And Martin was obviously attracted to me and that’s why he proposed the arrangement. You could have refused, darling, prison can be quite acceptable these days. It was your decisions and your complaining just gets me upset. Don’t keep apologising, my feet are getting wet from your drool. Sit up here on the sofa."

"Anyway, you remember Natalie, that nice lady doctor down at Croydon? I explained what had happened and she said males should not go for extended times without milking as it’s bad for the prostrate or something."

"Why shouldn’t I tell her? It’s not a secret is it? It’s just a chastity belt, for God’s sake! I don’t care how embarrassing it is for you. Can I finish? All right, get back on the sofa and there is no need to start kissing my feet the moment I raise my voice. This is the good news. She said you should get milked at least once a month."

"I know you said that, I just didn’t believe you!. We both know you would tell me anything so you could get to play with that little thing of yours. I’m sorry, darling, but compared to Martin it is little. Don’t be so sensitive. "

"That’s not true, I didn’t know that when I married you. We both know I had nothing to compare it to and now Martin says his is just normal size so we both know yours must be tiny. It’s really not important any more so can we forget it and move on? So, I’ve decided you should be milked at least once every four weeks and you can circle the day on the calendar in the kitchen so I won’t forget and you’ll have something to look forward to. Now, that’s the good news. The questions is, how should you be milked?"

"Darling, that is out of the question and it upsets me that you would suggest it. You should know better! You know Martin said I wasn’t to touch any other cock than his and, frankly, I don’t want to touch any others. His is enough for me and I just can’t keep my hands off it. Anyway, jog my memory, darling, how did we milk you last time?"

"I remember now. I know I shouldn’t laugh but it was funny. You milked yourself while I let you look at my pussy. You had this funny look on your face as you stared at it and pulled at your little thing. I suppose that was nice for you as you don’t get to see much of my pussy any more."

"I think you are being spiteful. I don’t flaunt myself to make things difficult for you. We are husband and wife and I just forgot to wear my dressing gown after a bath. I did have a little giggle at that pained look you get on your face. Anyway, that won't happen again."

"I know you like to look at me but this is the bad news. Martin doesn’t like anyone looking at me except him so I’ve agreed not to show myself to you again. I’m sorry, darling, but you don’t get to see my breasts or my pussy again. I know it will be difficult for you but I must be fair to Martin."

"I’m shocked! You are my husband, why would I let you look at another woman’s pussy while you milk? That is completely out of the question."

"I said it’s out of the question. Don’t get me angry! Natalie tells me I can just milk your prostate with the chastity belt on by using my finger up your bottom and you won’t feel a thing! Apparently, it just dribbles out."

"Stop kissing my foot, darling. I don’t think I’ll do it that way, not yet anyway. I’m going to let you milk yourself, darling, can you get the handcuffs?"

"You shouldn’t run like that in the house, you nearly knocked over Aunt Georgina’s vase. Yes, I can see you’ve got the handcuffs, lock your ankle to the sofa. Hurry up, I have to be at Martin’s in half an hour and I don’t want to keep him waiting."

"Good boy. Here’s the key to the chastity thing."

"I’m sorry, darling, I know I shouldn’t laugh but it is small compared to Martins. It’s not your fault and I know nature can be cruel. Don’t get upset. You can milk yourself now, darling and I have a little present for you. Here you are, a pair of my panties, the pink ones you used to love."

"Yes, I’ve been wearing them. You don’t think I would give you clean ones to mess up, do you? Ooh how disgusting, darling, smelling them like that. You really are desperate, aren’t you? Now, promise me you won’t tell Martin. I know he’ll get upset if he finds out you’ve been playing with yourself in my panties." "Well, that was quick, darling. Martin takes forever and I use my mouth with him. You are so fast with just your own hand. A few rubs, a little spurt and it’s all over until next month. Lock the chastity thing on and I’ll give you the key to the handcuffs."

"Darling, why ever are you crying? Don’t you like married life?"

Part Two

"I know it’s cold in the garage but that’s the way it is and you’re not allowed to wear clothes when you’re at home, just the chastity belt thing. Martin will get very upset if he finds you down here. Lucky for you he’s asleep after fucking me three times. I honestly don’t know where he gets the energy."

"Darling, I know I never used to use language like that but Martin likes me to use it and, I must admit, I find it exciting. You should hear the two of us."

"Don’t be ridiculous, dear. We’re not trying to turn you into a dog just because you have to sleep in the garage when Martin is here. There’s a little mattress out there for you and a blanket so you can sleep while waiting for Martin to finish with me."

"You’re getting me angry going on about this dog thing! All right, I did put a dog collar on you and locked it with a padlock but that’s just Martin’s little joke. You know I have to do what he says and he thought it would be funny."

"I can’t unlock it, dear, Martin took the key. He was laughing when he took it and then he fucked me doggie style, calling me his little bitch while I went woof woof. Goodness, he makes me feel wonderful."

"Enjoying this? How can you say that! I’m making the best of it, the best of an unusual situation, and you should do the same. It’s your entire fault; no one made you steal that money and you could have chosen to go to prison. Anyway, that’s water under the bridge now. Why are you doing sneaking in here after midnight?’

"To see me? Why? Gracious, is it four weeks all ready? Let me look at the calendar. Well, look at that, there’s a red circle around today’s date."

"I know I said a milking every four weeks but I’ve been so busy today. Can’t it wait until tomorrow? One day surely won’t make a difference."

"Don’t whine, darling, it’s so annoying. Oh all right! Get your handcuffs out of the drawer there and go back to the garage. Put them on while I’ll sneak upstairs to get the key

"I know I took ages, darling, but Martin started to wake up and so I had to suck him off to get him back to sleep. It takes so long to get him to come. It is cold out here, isn’t it? Good, you’ve locked your ankle to the bumper bar of the car. Now, here’s the key to the chastity thing."

"Look, I will get very cross if you keep trying to look up my dressing gown! Remember, Doctor Natalie said I don’t have to take the chastity thing off to milk you!"

"That’s better. So you should apologise, too. Now, stop kissing my slippers and take the thing off so we can get on with it, it’s cold here."

"I was not laughing. It was just a little smile. Can you blame me? I’ve just spent an hour slurping on Martins cock and now I see your tiny thing. Is it hard yet? Oh, it is? I’m sorry but it is difficult to tell."

"I don’t know why you keep on asking! I can’t touch you; Martin will simply not allow it. No, I don’t have any of my panties. Martin and I were having a little giggle about things and I told him how you milked yourself in my panties. He got very cross and I promised that I wouldn’t let you use my undies again."

"We don’t laugh about you at all. Goodness, you are so paranoid! Look, can’t you just use your hand? It’s not rocket science, you just wank off and it’s over."

"I can understand you want it to be special. Silly me thought only having it once a month would make it special. Let me see I put some old clothes out here to send down to the goodwill. Here we are, an old white half-slip; all satin and smooth."

"Yes, you can use it. I don’t wear it any more so away you go. My, it is cold in here."

"You’ve finished? I must admit I missed it, you were so quick. Put the chastity thing back on and give me the key. Thank you, darling. Was that good for you? Just another four weeks to go."

"Bother, I forgot to bring the handcuff key. Well, I’m not coming out here again so you’ll have to wait until the morning. Hope I remember and don’t drive off with you still handcuffed to the bumper bar. That would be a sight, wouldn’t it? Old Mrs Whitehead next door would have a heart attack."

"Good night, dear. Snuggle down in your blanket and you can keep the slip to remember your little moment of passion. I have to get back it, Martin is probably ready again."

"Goodness, I don’t know why you have to have a little cry after you get to spurt. I must say you’re becoming very strange these days, dear. Goodnight."

Part Three

"Apology accepted, now stop kissing my feet and scrub that mark on the floor while I make a pot of tea. The rain just keeps coming down and the whole garden is soaked."

"I wasn’t laughing, dear, but your bare bottom does wiggle when you scrub, like a jelly on a plate. You know I’m not allowed to give you clothes when you’re home and you can only dress when you go to work. Martin is very strict on that."

"There’s nothing like a cup of tea and I needed one to wake me up. As you know darling, Martin took me to a restaurant for nice dinner and when we came back, he didn’t let me get a lot of sleep. He can be such a animal and I love it. He couldn’t even wait until we got home and he made me suck him off in the restaurant car park but he was ready to go again when we got home. He’s got so much energy."

"Yes, I know what day it is, darling. I can see the red circle on the calendar. Hard to believe it’s been four weeks since your last little spurt in the garage."

"In a minute, just let me finish my cup of tea. Why don’t you get your handcuffs, darling?"

"I’ve told you so many times about running in the house. I’m going to get very angry if it happens again and health problems or not, you won’t get any relief for eight weeks."

"Stop kissing my feet, darling, I don’t want to spill my cup of tea. Now, we’re going to do it a little differently this time. I thought that would spark you up. I want you to handcuff your hands around the table leg, dear."

"I know you won’t be able to use your hands. No, not that way, dear, put your hands in front so you’re kneeling. That’s a good boy."

"Darling, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. And stop trying to look up my skirt! As I was saying, I have some bad news and you won’t like it but we can’t do anything about it. Martin has taken the key to your chastity belt thing."

"I’m sure it’s his idea of a joke as he knew your milking was coming up. Of course I told him, I tell him everything. Anyway, he insisted on taking it and you know I can’t deny him anything."

"There’s the doorbell. Don’t look so frightened, darling, no one’s going to hurt you. It’s not Martin, he’s away on business today. I’ll answer the door."

"Darling, you remember Natalie? She’s the doctor who told me it was important to milk you once a month at least. Don’t look so embarrassed, darling, she’s a doctor, for goodness sakes."

"You’ll have to explain this to me again, Natalie. I’m not sure I understand how this is supposed to work."

"So you massage the prostate and he spurts?"

"I see, it dribbles rather than spurts and he’s doesn’t feel anything, not a thing? That’s a pity, darling but, never mind, nothing we can do about it and your health is more important."

"Lean forward, dear and push your bottom in the air so the doctor can get at it. No, I don’t want to do it, Natalie; Martin doesn’t want me to touch him at all. You don’t mind doing it? You’re a dear, thank you."

"I shouldn’t laugh but it does look funny when you grease his bottom like that. Oh, your finger just slid right in, just like that. Those gloves are not like the rubber ones I use for washing up. They’re special latex ones, like for surgery on the tele?"

"Gracious me, look at that! The sticky stuff is just dribbling out. Darling, look at your mess coming out of your little thing and with the chastity belt still on. Did you feel it, dear? No? What a shame, well, never mind."

"Thank you Natalie, you’ve been so good to pop around like that and do it. It’s important for his health so I appreciate it. Could you come around next month if Martin hasn’t grown tired of his little joke. Thank you and I’ll see you out."

"Well, that was easy, wasn’t darling. Next time we won’t even have to handcuff you so think of the time we’ll save. Here’s the key to the handcuffs and you might clean up that little pool of your mess on the floor."

"Darling, why the tears? Nobody cries when they see the doctor, especially for a little thing like that. Now, get on with the cleaning."

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